I didn't feel much fear about it.
Especially with Guo Yujie right beside me, chattering away nonstop. I felt calm.
I even remembered that Greenleaf had handled a case just like this.
A ghost took over someone's body, and they unknowingly drifted away from their family and friends, losing themselves.
That shouldn't happen to me.
What he wanted was to make me break down, to kill my soul—not isolate me and turn everyone against me.
At least, so far, he hadn't tried anything like that.
That made sense, too.
He was another me. Maybe I had dissociative identity disorder. Maybe I was my future self, coming back to take over my body.
Didn't those suspense movies often have plots like that?
In essence, that soul was still me. I was his enemy, the only one he wanted to destroy.
My family and friends were his family and friends, too.
I wanted to protect them, and he must have wanted the same.
The only conflict between us was a difference in our beliefs. And the root of that conflict was actually caused by the people from Greenleaf.
Thinking about it carefully, if Greenleaf had never appeared, I would have faced this world alone, encountered supernatural events, watched the world slowly fall apart, and fallen under the Ghost King's rule. The path I chose would have been to adapt to the collapse.
I would have adapted to this world rather than choosing, like Ye Qing, to defy fate and change it.
In that case, choosing to become a Ghost King of my own accord seemed like my inevitable fate.
"Lin Qi, what are you thinking about?" Guo Yujie called to me twice.
I met her gaze for a while. The pain in my chest and the memories still haunting me reminded me